I thought I had the house to myself this evening, but instead I look up from my very private phone call to see my son standing there staring at me, demanding that I make dinner no less! We get into an argument and I order you to your room, but later, after that glass of wine (Or three? Four? Gosh, I can’t remember…), I’m feeling much calmer and nicer and…hornier. I slink into your room, changed from my work clothes into a black satin robe and matching nightgown. Do you want to really make up with Mommy? Then let me put my hand down your pants and start stroking that hard cock while you stare at my huge, soft Mommy tits and perky, suckable nipples.